Chris Eaton, I am sorry I hugged you.

They played to an audience of ten: me, my friend Kate and eight other strangers in the cordoned and curtained main room of Neumoâ€™s. Until then, I didnâ€™t know such a big room could be so small and empty. I was drinking gin and singing all the words. He stepped off stage and into my arms. It was a genuine moment for both of us: beautiful for me, awkward and–Iâ€™m guessing here, based on how Kate tells this story–scary for him.

Chris Eaton, I am sorry I hugged you, but your music was too gorgeous for me to do anything else.

If Rock Plaza Central ever returns to Seattle, attend. And please do not touch the performers.